My Verse


My verse By Gideon Schohl
I don't want to write a verse
Because you'll see the worse
The secrets of my curse
Being forced to rehearse
Saying I'm not reverse
When the world is so perverse
When reality is being submerse
Drowning society with feelings averse
Towards all those who are diverse
Not understanding that we're obverse
Totally missing the fact that they disperse
Every little lie throughout the universe
Teaching us nothing but to immerse
Trying to hide ourselves from the hearse
When in all honesty, screw my verse
Because there's no good without the worse
The good that can lift a curse
As long as I rehearse
The script that helps me reverse
Changing, switching the perverse
By not diving to be submerse
Floating with the wrecked the averse
Alongside the people who are diverse
Showing all those who are obverse
Telling them to disperse
Upon the universe
Helping those who are immerse
When they walk alongside the hearse

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